Mer. Mr Ambler?
Wit. Yes, Sir.
Mer. Sir, It ſhall be no ſhame to mee, to confeſſe To you, that wee poore Gentlemen, that want acres, 45 Muſt for our needs, turne fooles vp, and plough Ladies Sometimes, to try what glebe they are: and this Is no vnfruitefull piece. She, and I now, Are on a proiect, for the fact, and venting Of a new kinde of fucus (paint, for Ladies) 50 To ſerue the kingdome: wherein ſhee her ſelfe Hath trauell’d, ſpecially, by way of ſeruice Vnto her ſexe, and hopes to get the Monopoly, As the reward of her inuention. [138]
Wit. What is her end, in this?
Ev. Merely ambition, 55 Sir, to grow great, and court it with the ſecret: Though ſhee pretend ſome other. For, ſhe’s dealing, Already, vpon caution for the ſhares, And Mr. Ambler, is hee nam’d Examiner For the ingredients; and the Register 60 Of what is vented; and ſhall keepe the Office. Now, if ſhee breake with you, of this (as I Muſt make the leading thred to your acquaintance, That, how experience gotten i’ your being Abroad, will helpe our buſinesse) thinke of ſome 65 Pretty additions, but to keep her floting: It may be, ſhee will offer you a part, Any ſtrange names of—
Wit. Sr, I haue my inſtructions. Is it not high time to be making ready?
Mer. Yes, Sir.
Ing. The foole’s in ſight, Dottrel.
Mer. Away, then. 70